one shots and blurbs

questioning of morality pt 1 (blurb, gf)

"when?" she said, her black hair blowing in the stormy winds of winter, something I still wasn't used to.

"What do you mean?" I asked in return. She turned to look at me from her spot sitting on the rails, a storm of emotions in her eyes.

"when did we become such horrible people?" she looked sad, there was blood still on her cheek.

"I think we always were"